BABE Of The DAY - MICHELLE KEEGAN...

MICHELLE KEEGAN was pass-

ing this wall when she saw it was about

to collapse.  Quick as a flash, she propped

it up - with her elbow.  Strong as well as

 stunning - so what's not to like?

HOUSES AND HALLOWE'ENS. OR: YET ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF A CONTRIVED TITLE WHICH DOESN'T REALLY CONVEY THE FULL ESSENCE OF THE POST...

That's one of my old houses second from the top

Here's a curious thing: I've noticed that, in most of the houses my family lived in over the years, there was a discrepancy between the official tenancy commencement dates and the actual dates we moved in.  (Same goes for the tenancy expiration dates.)  So, it's on record that our tenancy of my present abode began on Monday 12th June 1972, but we didn't actually move in until Wednesday 14th.  "Why?" you may ask.  I assume that the 14th was the earliest date that we and the family with whom we swapped houses could jointly book our removal vans.

So we lived in our old house for two days longer than we should have, and moved into our new one the corresponding period of time later than we were supposed to.  As for our previous domicile before that, we were meant to take possession on October 28th 1965, but didn't do so until ten days later.  That means I was cheated out of my first Hallowe'en in what became my new house, but had an extra one in its predecessor.  "So what's your point, you nutter?" I seem to hear you all enquire of me in unison.

It's just that I sometimes find myself wondering in what subtle way it might have affected (if at all) my perceptions and memories of those times and places if events had unfolded in the way they were meant to?  I had seven birthdays and seven Christmases in that house, but only six Hallowe'ens.  If we'd moved in on the official date, I'd have had the full complement of seven All Hallows' Eves.  However, I'd only have had one in the previous house if things had gone as the council had prescribed, and only one birthday - whereas my next birthday fell on flitting day, meaning it belongs to both houses.

Does it make any difference though?  That's just it, I don't know.  Part of me says no, another part can't help but wonder if it might have, because on such seemingly inconsequential events, the repercussions can be potentially immense.  For example, if I'd lived in my new home from the official date we were supposed to have moved in, a speeding car taking a corner too fast might've knocked me down, and then I wouldn't be here now boring you with this tedious exercise in pointless 'what ifs'.  However, because we didn't take up residence until ten days later, that possible fate was avoided.

Yeah, that's an extreme example, and not quite the direction I intended to take.  What I was trying to get at is this: if we have a different sense of our own history, can it affect the way we participate in our own future, and, if so, in some peculiar way, affect that future to such an extent that it wouldn't unfold in the manner that it did?  (Looking at what was once our future in the past tense of course.)  Yes, I know that's kind of vague, but it's the best my aged and addled mind can manage, alas.  Hopefully, you'll be able to see the target I'm aiming for.

If so, feel free to jump in with your thoughts and theories in our captivating comments section.

(The END Of) The LONG And WINDING ROAD...

Image copyright MARVEL COMICS

The collector-mentality is an odd kind of compulsion.  Those of you who collect anything know that already, but for others not 'afflicted' with the desire to own things, allow me to give you an example from my own experience to demonstrate the point.  Back in 1980, MARVEL U.K. published a series of 'pocket books', digest-sized monthly mags featuring their most popular superhero characters.

I purchased quite a number of them, but, somehow, I missed a few issues of The FANTASTIC FOUR and The X-MEN pocket books.  In the former's case, it was at least four issues, in the latter's, two.  I managed to acquire two of the missing mags (one from each title) last year, but on Saturday, I received the remaining FF issues I needed, along with two X-Men mags (one being a better-condition replacement for the one I got in 2015).

Here's the thing though - I didn't really need them.  I already have the tales in various full-colour, full-sized reprints several times over, yet I still felt compelled to plug the gaps and complete the set of both periodicals - 34-plus years after I'd bought their 'companions'.  It feels good to finally complete something that was left unfinished, but there's also an anti-climactic feeling as well.

Last night, I put the mags in numerical sequence with their fellows, placed the lid on the box in which I store them, shoved it back on my cupboard shelf, and closed the door.  It could be years before I look at them again, which makes me wonder if there was any point in tracking them down after such a long period if I'm now just going to forget about them.

Although I feel a sense of accomplishment at completing the task, there's also a touch of sadness at finally 'closing the door' on a period that represents my youth (I was only 22 when these mags began).  It's as though there was an open link to my past while the quest remained ongoing, but now that it's over, the thin beam of connecting light 'twixt then and now has flickered and dimmed, if not actually expired.

So, satisfaction and sadness at the same event.  Does anyone else ever feel this way when finally completing a long-standing undertaking?  If so, reveal all to your fellow Criv-ites in the comments section.

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Postscript: I'm struck by the fact I completed my collection of these mags while residing in the house I lived at the time they first went on sale.  Why is that significant, you may possibly wonder?  Because 33 years ago, my family moved to a new house in another neighbourhood for four years, before returning to our former home.  So I started and finished the collection in the same house - nearly 35 years apart.  Amazing, eh?  

RAI CON 2016 - EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS...

Was at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall today with a pal, taking in RAI CON and snapping some photos.  This is the first of these type of events I've ever attended (dressing up isn't really my thing), but it was an okay way to spend the day.  Thanks to everyone who posed for a picture.  Were you there?  Share your thoughts in the comments section.

  

Here's KEV - looking happy and giving the
thumbs-up because his holidays are looming

This guy looks like trouble - I've got
a feeling he'll be popping up again

This gal sure believes in advertising

Here's a shot of the hall - seemed reasonably busy

Your money or your - wife, did he say?

At last - a bit of glamour

The girl in the middle has a real pretty face

Another shot of the hall

More glamour.  (Eh?)

Two hot babes - the heating was up full

Some fine examples of Glasgow's wildlife

This guy's a 'flash-in-the-pan'

Uh-oh!  Here's that guy again - with a pal

She's holding invisible dumbbells

Okay, I give in.  What are you hiding
behind your back, young lady?

LARRY, CURLY & MO - the three stooges amigos

At last - an actual artist.  Some nice work on display

He doesn't fool me by changing his
facewear - I've seen him before

Stop horsin' around

Just beamed down from the Starship ENTERPRISE by the look of it

Even BUZZ LIGHTYEAR got in on the act

The guy from RENTOKIL.  Maybe he's
after that wildlife in a previous photo?

The lady was being robbed by this masked
bandit, but they still posed for a photo

The return of some much-needed glamour

Okay, don't shoot - you can have one of my chips

Are this pair taking the pith?

A real couple of stars

Are you looking at me?

Some nice masks on display

DOCTOR DOOM

JUDGE DREDD

Dunno - anyone got a clue?

This guy's back again

The big one's a bloke - honest

A slide-show about Cosplay

The presenters.  Okay, that's yer lot!

BABES Of The DAY - MAGDA KONOPKA, VICTORIA VETRI & IMOGEN HASSALL...

I's a tough choice, but someone's

got to make it.  So which of this trio of

hot babes would you choose for the wife?

(If you ask me, I'd let your wife choose her

own girlfriends - we men have got more

 than enough to do as it is.  Heh.)

QUOTH The RAVEN... "NEVERMORE!"

One of my favourite poems is The RAVEN, and if you've never heard BASIL RATHBONE's amazing rendition of it, click on this link and listen to it after you've read and replied to this post.  Here's an interesting take on this rhyming masterpiece, illustrated by RICH CORBEN and first published in CREEPY #67, December 1974.  Got a comment to make about it?  Let's have some fun - try and do it in rhyme.  H'mm, that's got you thinking, hasn't it?  Go to it!

Here - I'll even start you off...

                                         Once, within a blog post cheery,

                                         Kid made many members leery,

                                         by asking them to pen their answers

                                         in rhyming style of days of yore.

                                         "Rats" they said, "that's sure a toughie,

                                         our poetic prose is stuffy,

                                         verse is weak, and meter fluffy,

                                         and our brains are soft and sore."

                                         "Please" I uttered, "don't be huffy,

                                         let your aspirations soar -

                                         'Tis a poem, nothing more."

(Yup, I'm tweaking it as we go along.)

See?  I'd never ask you to do something that I wouldn't be prepared to do myself. (Well, most of the time anyway.)

And below is the cover for all you completists.